Nightmare – A Haiku

Haiku: Nightmare

“Nightmare” by Avalon Media

Haunted by your dark
twisted soul perverted lies
nightmares burn so deep

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Being touched by darkness, allows us to appreciate being able to see the light. Sometimes the darkness finds itself into my art, nightmares of long ago past, those childhood fears we all come across. Some nightmares are real, others simply a part of an overactive imagination, which can be a curse or a blessing,  depending on how you choose to use it.

“Nightmare” both the digital art print above and the Haiku, though, stem from real nightmares, those who haunt us far into adulthood, long beyond the actual occurrences that scarred us so deep. Expressing those nightmares, rather than burying them into a place where they can fester and grow, are healing experiences.

If you are being haunted by your own personal nightmares, try to find a way to creatively express them. Release them by bringing them into the light. And if those nightmares stem from abuse, get help.

May your days be filled with sunshine and your dreams with hope.

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Haunted – A Flash Fiction

Haunted - A Flash Fiction

Frozen by the fears of yesterday, he stopped to light the  candle in the small church. No matter how many offerings he made, no matter how much he prayed, the hollow guilt never stopped haunting him. Wishing for a miracle, that would never come, he rested his head against the freezing wall of the ancient building before turning once again, toward the cold space in the small yard, where all hope, all love laid resting in a shallow grave.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by the Flash Fiction Prompt “Offering” and the following performance of the song “From Yesterday” by 30 Seconds To Mars



The Interview

The Interview - A Flash Fiction

He stared at the resume with such a frown, that Jennifer was sure that there was no chance in getting this job. Maybe it was the wording, maybe she sounded too ambitious, maybe she was again considered over-qualified. But on the other hand, this job would have been perfect for her, and she would have been perfect for the job. There was nothing in the description that did not fit her to the tiniest detail – looking for an independent, driven, hard-working individual with the right skill set, who is willing to devote him or herself to advancing within the company structure. She was all of that and more. Trying not to frown herself, she decided for a neutral, pleasant expression, while her mind began to boil with the possibilities of reasons for her rejection. Was it her gender again, the possibility of her becoming with child to great to invest into a new employee for this Fortune 500 company? A statement she had heard before, not directly, but in oh so many round about ways.
Keeping her face soft and relaxed became harder and harder with each fleeting moment, the thoroughness of the man in front of her, more than just a little disconcerting. Fighting back tears, she swallowed hard, hoping he did not notice.
And then he looked up, his face unreadable, comparable to a well-trained poker-player, no muscle leaving any indications of his thoughts, the expression motionless, his eyes still.
Two long, silent breaths.
Raising himself from his chair he smiled, reaching out his large, but gentle hand, grabbing hers with a swift motion.
“Welcome on board, Miss Matthews.”


Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This Flash Fiction was inspired by the Flash Fiction Challenge – Prompt 45:

Week 45
Prompt: Grab the book (or your favourite book) you’re reading, turn to page 45, close your eyes, point to a word, and write about it! Have fun!

The word on the kindle edition of a book I am currently reviewing was “Interview”.